Sansa turned and nodded -- gratified and pleased with the drive for secrecy. She was slowly tripping across the same conclusion Gendry had come to hours before: whatever their feelings on the matter, and whoever their allies back at the castle, they only had each other on the road. Each other and their guile. She has been thinking of the wastage and the shame of losing his armour, and he had been right to think instead on the danger of leaving good metal in their wake.

So she grabbed at her skirts and stepped quickly in order to follow him into the woods. Nymeria -- some distance behind but not out of sight -- seemed to cut into the treeline as if understanding that she would reach them on an angle.

"If we had a spade, we might bury it--" She said, misery leaking into her voice because she knew it wasn't a helpful suggestion. The only metal they had was the metal he was wearing.